When it comes to color, I am generally pretty clueless. I
don’t know how I managed to miss the massive amount of genetic tendency in my
family to be artistic, but I did. I missed it completely. Given enough time I
can sometimes draw at a mediocre level, but if I have to add color to a picture
I will likely destroy it. When I had to pick out a color for the walls of my
bedroom back in the day, I struggled. I really couldn’t figure out what would
look best with the rest of the stuff in my room. And don’t even get me started
on clothes. Luckily I tend to stick with pretty basic pieces of clothing so I
just have to worry about one or two colors at a time, but even then I sometimes
can’t tell if something’s black or navy or whether two shades of green are the
same or different. I’m sure some of you can relate.
don’t know how I managed to miss the massive amount of genetic tendency in my
family to be artistic, but I did. I missed it completely. Given enough time I
can sometimes draw at a mediocre level, but if I have to add color to a picture
I will likely destroy it. When I had to pick out a color for the walls of my
bedroom back in the day, I struggled. I really couldn’t figure out what would
look best with the rest of the stuff in my room. And don’t even get me started
on clothes. Luckily I tend to stick with pretty basic pieces of clothing so I
just have to worry about one or two colors at a time, but even then I sometimes
can’t tell if something’s black or navy or whether two shades of green are the
same or different. I’m sure some of you can relate.
Keeping my color dysfunction in mind, today I read something
about clothes that really confused me. Someone online wrote, “It doesn’t have
to match, it just has to go.”
about clothes that really confused me. Someone online wrote, “It doesn’t have
to match, it just has to go.”
What?
“It doesn’t have to match, it just has to
go.”
go.”
Excuse me? All this time I have been trying and sometimes failing to match
my clothes and you’re telling me they don’t actually have to match. They just
have to go. What does that even mean.
my clothes and you’re telling me they don’t actually have to match. They just
have to go. What does that even mean.
Well, leave it to God to use my weird color perception deficit
to prove a point.
to prove a point.
With the whole college graduation thing just around the
corner, it’s easy to be envious of other people’s cool opportunities and jobs
and whatnot. I mean, to be honest, living out of a backpack for eleven months
does not always sound super appealing. And success for graduates of my
university is definitely not measured by how many orphans you can hug in one
day. But what do I know about success? I feel like in that moment God was
telling me, “You don’t have to match [what other people are doing after
graduation], you just have to go [on the World Race].” Now that is something I
can make sense out of.
corner, it’s easy to be envious of other people’s cool opportunities and jobs
and whatnot. I mean, to be honest, living out of a backpack for eleven months
does not always sound super appealing. And success for graduates of my
university is definitely not measured by how many orphans you can hug in one
day. But what do I know about success? I feel like in that moment God was
telling me, “You don’t have to match [what other people are doing after
graduation], you just have to go [on the World Race].” Now that is something I
can make sense out of.
I don’t know if I’ll ever figure out how to properly match
my clothes, or even how to make them “go” (which, incidentally, will not matter
when I have about five outfits to work with on the World Race), but I am
totally ok with giving up on trying to match my life with others’ in favor of
going out and seeing what God has in store for me.
my clothes, or even how to make them “go” (which, incidentally, will not matter
when I have about five outfits to work with on the World Race), but I am
totally ok with giving up on trying to match my life with others’ in favor of
going out and seeing what God has in store for me.
